After raising a crooked junior brother, his design collapsed [Rebirth]

Before Ji Xingmian could refuse, Feng Wuzhou had already picked him up and walked to the desk on the other side of the room.He pulled out the chair and sat down by himself, put Ji Xingmian on his lap, and asked next to his ear, "Which one do you want to see more?"

He didn't want to see any of them.

Ji Xingmian trembled uncontrollably, and stretched out his hand to push him away to stand up, but someone pinched his fingertips and hugged him even tighter.

"Didn't senior brother say to let me be free, so that I can do what I want and express what I want?"

Feng Wuzhou took his hand and gave it to his lips to bite lightly, his eyelashes drooped down, his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were full of grievances, "It's been less than half a day, how can senior brother say nothing?"

It's because I don't count my words, it's clear that you are too...

Ji Xingmian felt that his face was so hot that it was about to smoke, if he had known that Feng Wuzhou would use his words like this, he...

He would probably still say that.

Compared with the previous boy who smoothed all the edges and corners, Ji Xingmian would rather see him as he is now, lively and vivid, able to laugh and make trouble, instead of being gentle and gentle like before, but seems to be full of sadness. hid.

It's just a picture, since he likes it, so what if he obeys him, anyway, no one else knows, only the two of them.

Ji Xingmian persuaded himself repeatedly in his heart, the movement of rejection gradually stopped, his tense muscles relaxed, and he leaned into the arms of the person behind him.

This is the meaning of acquiescence.

Sensing that his attitude had softened, Feng Wuzhou's heart jumped even deeper, his love overflowed layer upon layer like a rising tide, he almost wanted to rub the person in his arms into his own flesh and blood, so that he would not be separated forever.

"If senior brother can't choose one, then I'll just draw it casually?" Feng Wuzhou kissed his ear for a while, making sure that he didn't mean to refuse, then he unfolded the rice paper, polished the ink, and suddenly thought, he pulled his hand. Hold the pen and draw with your hand.

Ji Xingmian only hoped that he could finish the painting sooner, and he didn't resist when he was held by his hand. He huddled in his arms like an ostrich, only glanced over occasionally, and retracted it like an electric shock before he could see it clearly.

Compared with him, Feng Wuzhou is not idle at all, not only holding his hand and leading him to draw, but also explaining to him what is painted here, what brushstrokes are used, and even the movements of the people in the painting, The demeanor should be attached to his ear and described in detail with words.

An ambiguous atmosphere slowly permeated the air, and Feng Wuzhou's deliberately lowered voice was hoarse and seductive, with a distinct sense of presence, flowing slowly into Ji Xingmian's ears like water.

Ji Xingmian's brain was already burning badly, and after soaking in water, it was like being in hot spring water. The hot air on the pool surface turned into white mist to block his sight, and even the voice in his ears became hazy.

Ji Xingmian couldn't hear any movements or demeanor clearly, and couldn't distinguish clearly. He only knew to nod indiscriminately in response to his inquiry.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Wuzhou finally stopped holding his hand, and whispered in his ear, "It's done."

The sound was like the sound of heaven, Ji Xingmian withdrew his hand as if he had been pardoned, stood up and wanted to stand up, but was pressed down forcefully by Feng Wuzhou, "I've been drawing for so long, why don't you look at it?"

Being so aggrieved and acted like a spoiled child, Ji Xingmian surrendered without holding on for too long, looking at the rice paper spread out on the table.

The painting depicts an indoor scene. In the painting, two people are sitting one on top of the other like them. The top man's clothes are loose and spread out to both sides, but they are well contained in a certain range and are not revealing.He leaned back his slender neck, closed his brows, and the slightly frowned brows seemed to be in pain and joy, and the back of his left hand, which was propped on the edge of the table, was tense, with distinct joints.

The man below bowed his head by the man's neck, his long hair hanging down covered his face, he reached out his hand through the man's skirt, and the edge of the table covered his follow-up movements, but it was enough for others to imagine from the expression of the man above to what he might be doing.

Apart from the different movements, isn't this their current posture?

Even Feng Wuzhou's arm around his waist is the same, but his robe is neatly dressed and no one has touched it, and Feng Wuzhou's hand is not inside, but neat and orderly. squarely outside.

The implication in this painting was so obvious that Ji Xingmian's whole body began to feel hot, as if he was about to smoke.He wanted to cover the painting, but he was worried that the ink marks on it were still wet, and he was worried that it would damage the work Feng Wuzhou had just painted, so he couldn't help being in a dilemma.

But Feng Wuzhou wanted to come over to him and ask him, "Does senior brother like it?"

"You..." Ji Xingmian wanted to reprimand him, but couldn't find the right words.

No matter what angle you look at, Feng Wuzhou can't find fault with what he did.They have established a relationship, and when they are alone in the private space, Feng Wuzhou draws these things to amuse him is also a matter between the two of them, not to mention his acquiescence before.

But Ji Xingmian didn't expect that he only agreed to let someone paint, and Feng Wuzhou could hold his hand to paint this kind of thing, especially the face of the person in the painting.Although the facial features don't look similar at first glance, but if you observe carefully, Ji Xingmian can still see some shadows of himself in some details.

Ji Xingmian can't even draw him unconsciously when painting. This detail made Ji Xingmian feel a little bit of hidden joy in addition to embarrassment, and he was extremely contradictory for a while.

"Brother, do you like it?" Feng Wuzhou repeatedly asked while holding him, "Do you like it?"

How dare Ji Xingmian say that he likes it, he is afraid that this person won't be able to stop the car after getting the sweetness, and if he wants to draw another one for him, then he will dig a hole for himself to jump in.

"do not like!"

"Senior brother lied." Feng Wuzhou leaned over to rub against him, "Senior brother obviously likes it very much, I heard it all."

Ji Xingmian: "... Where did you hear that?"

"Of course I heard it from the heart of senior brother." Feng Wuzhou replied confidently, and then began to complain, saying that Ji Xingmian didn't mean what he said first, but now he's duplicity...

Still learning to file a complaint first, Ji Xingmian was annoyed and funny when he heard it, and raised his hand to cover his chattering mouth, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Can I do whatever I want?" Feng Wuzhou stared at him without blinking, his voice was a little muffled due to the obstruction, "Brother promise me anything?"

"I didn't promise what you want." Ji Xingmian looked away unnaturally, feeling a little puzzled after thinking about it, and lightly pinched him on the face, "I'm used to making progress."

"That's not what seniors are used to." Feng Wuzhou smiled with his eyebrows bent, grabbed his hand, and came over to kiss him stickyly, "Senior...Senior..."

Feng Wuzhou called him once after kissing him, and Ji Xingmian's mind started to feel dizzy not long after he had just cleared up, and he suddenly felt that he was being hugged and then gently placed on the couch.

This made Ji Xingmian wake up instantly, feeling a little nervous in his heart, fingers subconsciously grabbed Feng Wuzhou's skirt, not daring to look up at him.

But Feng Wuzhou stopped after finishing these, and just ran along his hair one after another, wondering what he was thinking.

"Senior Brother." After a long silence, Feng Wuzhou finally spoke, but his voice was a bit more serious, "I might have to go out for a while."

After a short period of confusion, Ji Xingmian quickly realized that this trip might not be an ordinary trip. Feng Wuzhou probably wanted to go out to do something, but he was not sure about the outcome of the trip, so he explained it to him so solemnly.

All the charms were gone, Ji Xingmian suddenly felt a little uneasy, and broke away from his embrace, "Where are you going?"

Feng Wuzhou gently held his hand, looked directly at him and said, "Go and kill someone."

If it was in the past, Feng Wuzhou probably would not have been so honest, he would have made up a half-truth and half-false excuse, and then used Ji Xingmian's trust in him to confuse the matter.

But what happened recently and what Ji Xingmian said to him changed his mind.

It is impossible to hide a lie for a lifetime, and the shaping of a lie requires more lies to make up for it, and not all things done in the name of your own good can be accepted frankly.

When Ji Xingmian had just confirmed his intention, he said that he hoped to face it together with him, Feng Wuzhou heard this, but he still chose to go to the appointment alone, but the result almost made him regret for life.

If he hadn't cast a spell to make him fall asleep in order to hide it from Ji Xingmian, even if Mo Xu had planted Gu in Ji Xingmian's body in advance, Ji Xingmian would not have been so completely controlled without any resistance.

"Senior brother, I will be back." Feng Wuzhou leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Believe me, I will definitely come back to see you."

Ji Xingmian was silent, he wanted to ask himself if he could go together, but he clearly understood that it was impossible.

Not to mention that his memory is still blank, and he is even a patient who may faint at any time.Even if he forced Feng Wuzhou to go there, he could do nothing but hold back.

"...Okay." Ji Xingmian whispered, "I'll wait for you here."

I don't know when the wind blew up outside the window, and the painting I just painted on the table was forgotten to be pressed down with a paperweight, and it was blown up.

Feng Wuzhou raised his hand to bring the drawing paper into his hand, he suddenly laughed, and put Ji Xingmian's hand on it, "During the time I'm not here, senior brother looks at it every day and thinks about me, okay?"

Who wants to watch it every day...

Ji Xingmian's depressed mood just now was swept away in an instant, and he was eager to withdraw his hand, but Feng Wuzhou held it even tighter.

Not only that, Feng Wuzhou also got up and hugged him again like the posture in the painting, holding his hand and sweeping along the lines of the ink brush, the hand that stopped outside the painting was not idle, it was the same on him. The position of the dragonfly passed by like a superficial splash.

First the lips, then the neck, slowly extending down...

The tactile sensation of fingertips rubbing against the rice paper is clear and vivid, and even the faint touch with the body becomes extremely real.In a daze, Ji Xingmian actually felt as if Feng Wuzhou was holding his hand and moving on himself.

A strong sense of shame swept over him, Ji Xingmian was short of breath, and felt that his whole body was starting to heat up. He pulled Feng Wuzhou's hand to make him stop, but he spoke in an inexplicably soft, outrageous tone, which made him die again. Bite.

"Senior brother is so shy, but why is his body so sensitive?" Feng Wuzhou sighed and stopped, leaned over to kiss his clenched lips, and licked comfortingly on the teeth marks on his lips , "When I want to do more excessive things to my brother in the future, what will my brother do?"

More excessive...things?

Ji Xingmian was panting lightly, and his reaction became dull and slow due to the high fever. He vaguely understood, but felt like he didn't understand.The brain couldn't respond, and could only instinctively look in the direction of the sound.

The water in his eyes was hazy, and he couldn't see clearly. Against the layer upon layer of crimson color on his face, it was even worse than the peach blossom covered by water in the rain curtain.

Looking at this beautiful and fragile appearance, Feng Wuzhou's eyes darkened, and his heart was full of desires, wanting to bully him even more, to see more expressions on his face.It is best to be able to lock it so that only you can see it.

Feng Wuzhou slowly exhaled a long breath, emptying out all the evil thoughts in his heart that shouldn't be there.He deliberately wanted to give Ji Xingmian a little buffer time, so his fingers stopped in one place, and he just took Ji Xingmian's fingers to tap there lightly every once in a while, feeling Ji Xingmian's body tense with his frequency. Let go again.

After stopping like this for a while, Feng Wuzhou started to go down again, but Ji Xingmian suddenly trembled, and he held him down with strength from nowhere, "No more."

"It's still daytime...it's still daytime." Ji Xingmian seemed overly frightened, and his words were incoherent, "I can't..."

"Is it not allowed during the day, or am I not allowed?" Feng Wuzhou stared at him closely and asked without giving in.

These words made Ji Xingmian start to be at a loss again, staring blankly at him without saying a word, looking vulnerable and helpless with the look of being bullied.

"Okay, don't force senior brother anymore." Feng Wuzhou felt inexplicably soft-hearted when he looked at him like this, withdrew his arms and put his shoulders on his body, gently touching the corner of his lips, "But senior brother needs to know, It is impossible for me not to do those things to senior brother forever, I don't mean to force senior brother to accept me, I just..."

"I know."

Unexpectedly, Ji Xingmian also spoke, but her voice was very low, "...I know, it's my own problem."

It is very normal to have a desire for someone he likes, and Ji Xingmian also has this desire for Feng Wuzhou, but he has another concern, worrying that the self with memory loss is different from before, and Feng Wuzhou Will care about those differences.

He feels that when doing that kind of thing, people will passively show their truest self. Ji Xingmian is not sure if he has ever had a relationship with Feng Wuzhou before, maybe not, but he still has some concerns.

"...you wait for me."

Supporting his body, Ji Xingmian sat up a little bit, lowered her head and quickly touched his lips, she dared not look at him with her eyes downcast, her face was as red as blood, and her voice was almost inaudible, "Wait for me Remember."

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